Living downtown is rarely boring.

I just went to get gas. I drove down a back alley, and over the span of about half a city block — probably the length of a grocery store aisle — I saw the following:

A man doing push-ups on a curb, a couple in an incredibly animated argument, a drunk guy stumbling so wildly that I’m amazed that he could hold his beer, and someone trying to break in to the air compressor coin slot.

The best part is that it hardly phased me. It wasn’t until I got home that it occurred to me that most people are rarely exposed to this sort of thing.